dgwilson

She walks with unsteady legs the passage of time having overtaken her golden memories her sole companion themselves somewhat tarnished her soul now sundered and bare to the chill wind of loneliness She remembers and knows a peace tainted by loss as she waits to unite with what she has lost

Grandfather's chair - vacant; he sits on a shelf in a rimu box lid closed not talking much

hey dad remember Grandad's funeral? I do. Yeah, I know I was young but I remember everyone was so sad. I guess I was too young to understand, but you said one thing that stuck with me, a gift that clung through the years 'What are you crying for? He was my Dad.' Thanks Dad, but by the way, I wasn't crying for myself I was crying for you